Antoine Dagobert

Two new poems for Antoine’s work … go and look at his work it is superb …

At the Pool

She sits and waits so quietlyFor all the world to stillAnd then she senses peacefulnessAnd drinks in all her fillThe water slowly enteredFulfils her need for calmAnd slowly she progressesProtected from all harmA morning for her sensesRefilling all her thoughtsUntil she is refreshedAnd the day can take its course

Phil Sanders23/11/07

Sailing

The crisp flapping sails flow with the windAs through the water it speedsSweeping the river away with such graceAnd all those worries recedeThe hand on the tiller feathery lightFeeling the course and the swayAs swiftly the bow cuts through the wavesRacing the first light of dayThe spray in my face as quickly I seeThe open sea beckoning nowAway to those lands …only in dreamsBefore I stood on the prowRhythmic sway as she cuts a sweet swatheFlying so fast with the stormThinking of schooners … years now gone byLong before I was born